Letter to the Editor
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Tuesday, September 25, 2001
Poet's response
With My Head Raised High
Once again I'm called To carry my stars and stripes proudly.
Yet I'm not afraid,
Because my country needs me.
Yes, I've been here before
And I proudly raise my head,
Thrust my chest forward And march with dignity and honor.
Many seek to destroy the colors For whom I stand,
And are trodden beneath my glory.
Yes, I cry when my companions
Fall beneath me.
I brush away the tears
And with pride, I march onward.
Yet I'm not discouraged
And I'll never drop my head in shame.
I'll carry my country's colors
Over the oil-slicked sea
And smoke-filled skies
Until all men are free.
Herschel Coleson Sr.